The Passion of 6 senses and 7 sins...

His smirk makes my heart pound and as he looks into my eyes trying to read what I am too embarrassed to tell him I know that he is going to figure out my every weakness.

Too flustered to move, my body yearns for his touch and as he kisses me I tremble with how nervous I am. I am torn between fear and desire but everytime his lips part from mine I push into him for more. My body shivering with pleasure as his hands slide around my thighs.

His kisses are so soft and patient. His hands so gentle and comforting. His confidence drawing me in with each kiss. He wants me, I can see it in his eyes and as his hands slide up my shirt and undo my bra I know he is going to get exactly what he wants and oh how I am want to give it to him.

As our bodies intertwine his skill is obvious. I feel him all over me and with every moment I want more. He makes me desperate with desire and as I feed off of his the pleasure is overpowering. I am completely at his will and he dominates, he feels so manly I can't get enough. Loosing control never felt so empowering. Giving myself up completely to him and him handling me with such respect..